My mom once told me
That her home is mine too
But after months and years
I know that it’s not true

I once read that home doesn't mean a place
It could be someone or maybe a thing
But even though i have hope about it
I know that today is not the day that i will find

I try to feel home until i get numb
And when i feel numb i start to think
That numb is a place
So after months and years
I accept that as a home



*numb doesn't hurt me anyway